I don’t know that this is a trip report. I don’t know what this is. I do know that this is a collection of recollections, mostly of a recent New York City visit that a statistician would characterize as an outlier. Follow along for some impressions as My Cherished Partner (MCP) and I spend a couple of days in New York City.
Thanks to everyone who commented on, enjoyed, was amused by, or heroically slogged through, my last NYC trip report: waterbug2468 (in answer to your question, traveling companion “A” filled me in on the origin of the “Blind Tiger” name), queensboulevard (checked your profile and I’m confused; are you perhaps like Crans?), C5LS1, MomCat1992, Crans, LotusPath (thanks for musically unBurdoning yourself) and AlicePalace. I tip my winged chapeau to GreenWhiteBlue for the Noble Youth characterization, but note that I’m old enough to remember the Hermes-topped traffic signals on Fifth Avenue, and would be more likely to be taken for the pre-5th-century-BC depiction of the crosser of boundaries.
And, CockleCove, is the popcorn ready? Here we go.